Come to the Father

Come to the Father, come to the Well
Drink deeply of His life
Allow Him inside of your heart to dwell
Come and recognize!

Rejoice in the fountain who flows from all Truth
Rejoice in the Father’s dream
Rejoice that He’s coming and living in you
Rejoice in all that’s coming to be!

Worship in peace, in joy, and in rest
Worship in righteousness now
Know that He’s only and all that is left
When illusion is cast fully down

Come and rejoice in the One who exists
In all that He authored and made
Come and express all that He is
As you walk in creation by faith

Come and exult in exuberant power
Come and be all that you are
Come and be with Him here and right now
Fulfill the desires of your heart

Know that He’s worth it and that He’s able
To knock down all barriers and veils
Know that He’s chosen you to sit at His table
He asks you to drink from His well

Come and receive Him and all that He offers
Take up the bread and the wine
Empty your heart, your mind and your coffers
Give Him now all of your life

For all that He gives you is all that you’ve need of
There is not anything else
That you could want to or even could keep when
He’s chosen to give you Himself

Come to the Father, rest in the Father
Rest in His most holy peace
Allow Him to minister all that He’s offered

And allow yourself fully to be.

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